Everyone in the world praised Wu Wu as the number one in literary works, but they singled out Xue Jin to the top position, saying that he stood out among the stars of literary works and that no one could match the gold content of the number one scholar. Zi Shou sneered, tapping the keyboard with her fingertips mercilessly: "There have been several prime ministers in the family, and the examiner back then was his uncle. It was so easy for him to get the top prize."
Some people praise Xue Jin for his white dragon fish suit, praying for the people, killing hundreds of corrupt officials in Jiangnan, and saving millions of refugees from fire and water. He is a wise minister who will go down in history. Zishou rolled his eyes and said heartily: "His clan is the largest landowner in the south of the Yangtze River, and the patriarch is the leader of the literary world and the leader of the Xinglin Party. Is it worthy of such praise to kill a few out-of-boundary slaves to pay for the imperial court? It's just a show of the Tianlong people!"
After a hearty vent at the keyboard, Zishou's vision went dark. When he opened his eyes again, he was actually the person he had just complained about - the heir to the fourth generation and the third prince family, the number one scholar Xue Jin!
"I'm sorry, I was too loud just now! The heir of the Fourth and Third Dukes, I'm here!"
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Rick's Travels in the Multiverse